He does care that even in my most sleep deprived state, I can still force out a smile to greet him with. He cares that I get on my dog-hair-covered-rug and play ball with him. He cares that we play and run around the house on the floors that I don’t mop every single day. He cares that he gets to play fun sensory games even though it gets really messy.
I don’t care what my house looks like. I know that his clothes are clean, the dishes eventually get done, there are no critters running around, and it’s really only the table and kitchen counters that are cluttered. I care that my son is healthy, happy, and loved. I care that the energy I can pull out of a minimum of two cups of coffee is spent having fun and enjoying him, rather than missing out on moments I can’t get back. My husband doesn’t mind, my baby doesn’t mind, and I don’t mind.. so why should I have to feel bad about it?
Even though I’m still in this sleep deprived stage, and I’m guessing you are too since you are still reading… I have hope that it won’t last forever. Who cares that your friends baby sleeps 12 straight hours every night? Who cares that the super mom next door somehow finds the time to scrub all the floors, do all the dishes, cook homemade meals, and entertain her children? She’s probably full of crap anyway…
Someday my child will sleep through the night…and that is probably when we will have our second one!